Frida Kahlo Headband Novels & Stories

"I'm off to rest my head." "Me too," Kingsley mutters. We retreat to our rooms. The second I step into mine, I collapse onto the bed. Her hairband is still lying here from the days after Ashbury Lane. That soft black one she always loops twice around her wrist when she’s not wearing it. I pick it up. Hold it. Thumb over it like it’s some kind of sacred object. It’s ridiculous, really. How something this simple can hit like a knife to the chest.

And there was going to be butchery enough here. The crown was called so on account of the six retractable bolts affixed to its metal headband. Geraldine watched the rookie place it around Eddie’s temple. It was a one-size-fits-all apparatus, so little maneuvering was required. The five of them returned to the cabinet, faced it, and saw the five red switches along its lower sill.

They seemed so cheerful, so out of place amidst the prevailing gloom. Daniel noticed my gaze and stopped. "Those are pretty," he said softly. "Wait here." He approached the trader and, after a brief exchange, returned with a beautiful headband adorned with small, pink flowers. "Here," he said, holding it out to me. "I thought it would look nice on you." My cheeks flushed with warmth. "Oh, Daniel, you shouldn't have." "Nonsense," he said, his eyes twinkling. "May I?" I hesitated for a moment, then nodded shyly. I bent my head slightly, and Daniel gently placed the headband on my hair, arranging it carefully. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

Kate asked eagerly. “Oh, she was just an ordinary old woman. The only thing different about her was the bandanna wrapped around her head where herbs were tucked. Oh, and she wore many necklaces and trinkets around her neck, their pendants tucked inside the neckline of her shirt. Usually, those were amulets with Latin words inscribed in them.” “Why Latin?” “You know what, I’m not really sure.” “And then what happened?”

“Shall we change it? Do you want your headband with a ribbon?” She agreed so I looked back at him. “Sir, we’ll just change Brianna’s hair clip.” “No rush.” After he agreed, Brianna and I went back inside the room. Switching her hair clip for a headband was easy; her hair accessories were conveniently displayed on the bed, making the change quick and simple. After putting on the headband with ribbon, she pointed to the green headband with large flowers on the right side. I picked it up and tried it on her.

There was pride and caution behind her tone. "Carren, move to my side," Frederik insisted. Carren wal. The cropped shirt displayed a white-skinned belly button smudged with dust on several sides. Her bluish-black hair was loose, but a black bandana was tied around her head. Beneath her mesh gloves, both hands were clenched hard. He was indifferent to the dangerous toys that followed and focused on Frederik.

The woman looked up from the chair and smiled at me. She was wearing a light pink cashmere dress with a high-necked white jumper inside it. Her hair was pure baby blonde and on it she wore a headband with blue beads the size of a well-cooked couscous.She wore it in the middle of her head, so that the edge of her straight fringe just missed her dark brown eyebrows. In spite of that it looked smart and spot on. Or maybe because of that.

He chuckled, “That sounds like a threat.” “It is.” “Here,” Olivia said suddenly, holding out the hairband she’d just pulled from her hair. “Your hair kept getting in your face… I thought this might help.” Kae looked at it, then scoffed, and turned to walk away. Her hand dropped, and the look on her face— yeah, that stung. I sighed, took the hairband from her, and jogged after him. “Don’t move,” I said, gathering his hair and tying it up neatly.

“I need to know. Now.” With a grim expression he reached into his pocket, withdrew a small sealed envelope and set it on the desk. “The hairband is old.” He started out slowly, like he was carefully picking at his words. “Probably passes down from generations,I'm guessing.” He paused, and I just knew there was more. Instead of joining in the silence, I added. “And?” “The hairband leads to the Hunter's pack.” he said quietly. “ She was probably once a member of that pack. Their crest is embedded into the molecular thread work and items that have those are only issued to high ranking wolves.”

Her face turned sour as she realized I was not finding her funny, she stood up from my lap, I pinned her back down, my eyes darted to her arms, and I saw what I was looking for, she never fails to wear her headband on her wrist whenever she lets it loose. I pulled it out of her wrist, my hands trailing to her beautiful wavy brown hair, I held it up slightly and she leaned closer to make it easier for me, I pulled it up and tied it up, just the way I like it, she touched her hair and chuckled, I held her chin and kissed her lips.